Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Part - 12


Next day after evening walk, they both sat on the same bench under the tree. They were sitting very close to each other touching their bodies with each other just like young lovers.


Krishan Kumar asked, "Ramya, how about your breasts? Any reaction or burning sensation in the skin?"


"No, nothing, it is normal, "replied Ramya.


"Thank God! you are escaped from a poisonous reaction because of the proper precaution of removal of the legs and immediate applying of the ointment, "said Krishan Kumar.


Then he said again, "Do you know about a deadly disease women suffer from at your age? That is Breast cancer. Luckily, there is no symptom of breast cancer in you."


"How did you know?" asked Ramya.


"Yesterday, while applying ointment to your breasts, I could not find any lump," he said.


"Ohhhhhhh!" exclaimed Ramya.


"Another thing, I must compliment. At this age of yours, you have maintained your breasts nicely. I have never seen such beautiful breasts which are not at all sagging." Said Krishan Kumar.


Ramya felt very shy, pleased and proud and replied smilingly, "Thank you, those are natural, and I have done nothing to maintain them."


Then their topic of discussion resumed where they left last evening about sex after becoming a widow or widower.





"If your wife dies or leaves, and as a man, you take too long before remarrying, they start questioning you. People asked me when I would get married after the death of my wife. If you remarry immediately, you will be frowned upon. It will be like you were just waiting for your wife to die to get another lady," explained Krishan Kumar


Krishan Kumar further said, "My sex drive had always been high, but after not having sex a year and a half post-loss, I made up for it by having a physical relationship with a young widow of my office. There was lots of meaningless sex with her which I would never have chosen previously. I knew I was not ready to date or be in a relationship so I tried a more casual approach. I have never done this before. At first, I was horrified at my behaviour, but came to realize if it's mutually beneficial than I am good with casual. In my pre-widower life, I would never have considered this and let's just say that I made a very casual move for sex only. I couldn't care less if I ever have sex again. I'm fine with that. I do miss the physical touch sometimes, but massage therapy, yoga and meditation take care of that. I have no interest. I no longer feel pretty or attractive, and have no desire at all to have sex. I used to have sex three times a day sometimes, but since my spouse's death, and break up of my relationship with office lady, I can't even think it now. I am almost 10 years out of it, and I feel so repulsed that I don't think I could even get off if I try with someone else. It's weird. I just feel dead on every level. (Literally, he was telling lies to Ramya when he had already impregnated her own daughter Anushka)


Ramya said, "Women are different and they handle issues to do with sex differently. But at the end of the day, a good number of them handle their issues based on what society expects of them, not necessarily what their hearts and bodies want. Faith says that there are women who will start sleeping with different men as a way of dealing with the loss or trying to fill the void the husband left. Some, withdraw and focus on their children. It's the way they react. But women have to understand that society is selfish and it's usually best to follow your heart, as long as you can handle the backlash. "


Krishan Kumar stressed his argument, "I' am surprised and fail to understand why society is totally indiscriminate towards re-marriage, relationship and sex of a widow when there are no strings attached to her. As a woman, it's frowned upon but... why? She is always safe and take care of herself so why can't she enjoy sex with someone she just met."


She said, "There is no right or wrong way in this matter. It's just a journey and we all have to find our way"


Krishan Kumar was looking down on her, and couldn't help notice the cleavage showing from his line of sight as her blouse was low neck, and her saree pallu was off her shoulders as she sat down before him. Her tits looked really big so fair, and he could see those big soft pairs of tits in the dim light of the park. She was also staring directly at his erected cock under his shot.


Ramya could already feel slight sexual tension between them from that moment on. The heartbeats, the goose bumps, the touch of the fingers when they kept their hands on the seat at the same time. He had his hands wrapped around her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck.


She was enjoying it. They again talked for an hour. She would bend her body over his shoulder every time making sure he could smell her.





He, on the other hand was constantly touching her on her thighs as they laughed on stupid jokes. He was sweating. She liked the tiny droplets of sweat dripping down his temple to the inside his shirt, and she was inhaling his sweat smell deeply inside her nostrils. At one point, when they were laughing too hard, he started tickling her. She was very ticklish, and started jumping like a spider. He was all over her by now. Both laughing uncontrollably.


Her boobs were touching his firm body, his chest was strong and this time she could feel his thing too. Oh, dear God!


She pretended she felt nothing except the tickling.


Their legs were intertwined, and his body was touching her. His lips inches apart from her. Then he suddenly stopped, with his face right in front of her, one of his hands on her back and one hand putting a strand of her hair behind her ear, he didn't say anything and just stared at her with his killer eyes.


Ramya: "What?"


Krishan Kumar: "Nothing... You are beautiful."


She blushed.


He brought his lips closer but didn't kiss. He had it written on his face, "Shall I?"


Previously she had told him that politeness turned her on. That she liked


domination but only after asking for the permission.


Ramya: "What are you thinking?"


Krishan Kumar: "Thinking... Thinking of kissing you."


Ramya: "Are you sure? Would it be right?"


Krishan Kumar: "I don't know. But I want to. Do you want me to?"


Yes, but Ramya didn't say anything. Her heartbeat became faster. She could feel him already. She was wondering if he knew what he had done to her down there. She started breathing heavily now. But still just staring at him.


Ramya: "Should you? I think it will be wonderful."


Ramya melted.


Ramya: "Then what are you waiting for?"


And the gap vanished. His lips were on her and they kissed like crazy.


He placed his hand on her thighs, and rubbed them. She got very excited. He could feel the heat of her body radiating beside him. Even she was pretty excited. Next, he started to feel her breasts lightly over her blouse. He knew that she had no bra beneath her blouse. He started to make small circles on her nipples above the blouse. She was very excited and so was he. He took her hand and placed in on his throbbing dick. She pressed it hard. He felt an unknown pleasure through his body. Wow, there really was a big difference between pressing your dick yourself and had somebody else to do it. Then he started to press her breasts slowly while she continued to love his dick over his track suit.





Her hand was touching against his cock. His cock was starting to grow. In fact, it was getting hard.


Ramya noticed but politely carried on. He tried to adjust himself slightly hoping not to make things worse but relieve the strain.


"Are you ok?" he asked.


"Erm...sorry," was all she could murmur trying to hide her embarrassment.


"Don't be ashamed" Krishan Kumar reassured, glancing up at her. She looked away, but she carried on, and the dick got harder and the strain grew in his tracksuit.


"Let me adjust you" he suggested and unzipped his tracksuit. As he did this, his big naked cock sprang out. It was sticking straight out about inches away from the side of her face. Oh shit! She stopped and stared.


"Oh, my God! it is so huge and at this age it is so thick looks so cute and so hard " was all he heard her say.


Then, together in perfect coordination, he turned a few degrees to point his swollen cock at her, and she turned her head in its direction. They both swivelled to a point where her face was directly in front of his cock head. Time was seemingly frozen.


He didn't remember thinking or doing anything. What he did remember was her mouth opening, her tongue licking her lips slightly and her head moving forward the last remaining few inches that separated them. Her eyes were staring at his cock head, and she moved her lips over it. Her mouth opened wider, and her lips slipped over the whole shaft, and kept on slipping until more than half of his nine inches hard cock was buried completely in her mouth. It felt so warm but he was too shocked to realise what was happening. He didn't thrust and for a moment just remained there frozen with his cock in her mouth. He remembered her licking it, and sliding her lips along it. She just sorts of held it in her mouth, and sucked.


"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh," he was moaning. He felt as if he was in heaven.





His dream woman, mother of Anushka whom he had impregnated was sucking his big dick like a whore.


Within a few seconds, as if from nowhere, he came and shot his load. She held her sucking position, and swallowed it all. As she was doing this, his attention was drawn to her body. The curve of her ass resting on her ankles as she knelt before him looked really nice. Her nipples were hard and were sticking through the fabric of the white blouse. Sliding her mouth off his cock, she stood up and smiled. She put a finger to her mouth to signal him to keep quiet.


"Our little secret should be within us, and nobody should know it," she whispered and licked her lips lightly.


He reached out to touch her right tit, but she grabbed his arm, "What are you doing?" The surprise in her voice was clear.


He kept trying to touch her but then she just hugged him to stop.


"Sometimes things happen on the spur of the moment, let us not get too carried away," she said in ice voice.


The calmness in her voice was familiar and reassuring. He tried to pull away from her embrace but she held on knowing that the only safe distance was right up close where he couldn't touch her.


Krishan Kumar moved his arms around her and hugged her. Her body was a lovely size and shape, and felt warm and soft. He could feel his cock touching the material on her saree, and this made it go hard. He tried to press it against her at the same time as hugging her, but she released him, and stepped back. She straightened her blouse, pulled her saree up, and adjusted it to cover her body.


Ramya said, "You're my best friend. What I did was wrong and I'm sorry it happened. I'd be really grateful if we can both just forget about it. No one needs to know anything. I'm a widow, and not only a mother but a grandmother also. What happened between us was only due to momentary excitement, and I regret and repent for it. Again, I am sorry for this. I want to leave now."





Together they walked towards the Apartment. No talk, no conversation, a complete silence prevailed over them till they reached the flat.


Krishan Kumar also repented very much that night. He thought she was a virtuous lady, and she might be starved for sex so many years since her becoming a widow, and in an intimate moment with him, she was aroused, and the things happened. But later on, she might be conscious of what she had done and repented. His dream of fucking her got shattered.